Riley’s face turned pale again.
Logan rose. "Let’s go."
As he passed by Riley, the man said lightly, "In fields you’re unfamiliar with, Miss Nelson, you still have much to learn and practice."
The words landed like a heavy slap across Riley’s face.
Much to learn and practice... That was blatant mockery—calling her out for showing off what little she knew!
"Oh, right." Selina suddenly thought of something and turned back. "I’m the so-called perfumer ’without real skill, who only rose to the top through marketing tricks’—Piper. If Miss Nelson finds that hard to accept, you’re welcome to challenge me anytime."
—Boom!
Riley’s mind exploded with a deafening crash.
Her face flushed crimson, then drained to chalk white, her body swaying as she bit her lip hard.
Selina was Piper... Selina was Piper?!
Everything she had just said—she’d said it right in front of Piper herself?!
Now Riley finally understood why everyone’s looks had been so strange earlier—because Selina was Piper!
"Miss Nelson, whether Piper has true talent or not—we customers know better than you."
"I hear Miss Nelson dabbles in perfumery as well. Do you have any works that can compare to Piper’s?"
"Piper has won plenty of awards. If Miss Nelson looks down on her, surely you must be drowning in trophies yourself?"
One mocking voice after another pierced Riley’s ears. She swayed, on the verge of exploding, ready to scream for Hunter to throw them all out.
But when she turned around, she realized Hunter was already gone.
...
Logan took Selina to a restaurant.
The moment she sat down, she heard the waiter outside the door announce, "Mr. Reid, your guest has arrived."
Selina blinked in surprise. "Guest? Who else did you invite?"
Before she finished speaking, the door to the private room opened.
A man walked in, exuding commanding presence, the kind of authority that came only from years at the top.
He was in his forties, dressed in a crisp black trench coat, a simple yet quietly luxurious watch on his wrist, his gaze razor-sharp.
A man like that was clearly powerful. But no matter how powerful—Logan wasn’t the kind to stand in deference.
Yet Logan did stand up. He even respectfully invited the man to take the seat of honor.
And at that moment, Selina realized who he must be.
"Selina."
But the man didn’t sit. He studied her quietly, as though making absolutely sure she was safe. His eyes swept over her inch by inch, and only when he confirmed she was whole and unhurt did the ice in his expression finally ease.
"This is our first meeting. I’m your uncle."
Selina had already guessed.
There weren’t many people who could make Logan show such respect. And with that commanding aura, there was only one answer—her mother’s elder brother, the one who had lain low for years before finally striking back and reclaiming his place: Jeff Hill, the head of the Hill Family.
Selina nodded. "Hello."
She blinked and said with a hint of old-fashioned politeness, "I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before."
Logan’s brow lifted slightly.


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